刚下晚自习的姗，披着疲惫的灯光，急匆匆地到幼儿园接孩子。到了家，又忙着为丈夫铁做米粥，随后领着儿子，在盛夏暖热的晚风中前往医院。静静的病房，门半掩半开着。娜和儿子轻轻地来到了3号病床前。望着铁怄极欲睡的苍白的脸，那一滴滴的药水，仿佛是滴在栅心头的伤痛。她轻 Just next night self-study Shan, dressed in exhausted lighting, hurriedly pick up children to kindergarten. Arrived at home, but also busy doing rice porridge for her husband’s iron, then led her son, in the hot summer breeze to the hospital. Quiet ward, the door half-covered half open. Na and son gently came to the No. 3 bed. Looking at the extremely pale ironic face, that drop of syrup, as if dripping in the grid heart pain. She is light